Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.